The Outlook

[Drunken_Angel]

She looks delectable lying upside down on the bar like that, my very own meal. I bite my lip as thoughts run through my mind.

"I will keep that in mind then. I will savour you then."

Reaching out I hook my hands under her shoulders, pulling her close, rising to her challenge, but showing her that she will still come to me. My eyes glow wickedly as I do.

Then with her splayed out underneath me I lower my lips, keeping them just out of reach for a moment, not long, but long enough. Kissing her deeply, tasting those absinthe lips, drinking her, tasting her.

Pulled, directed, held and kissed. They very best type of kiss.. a tiny tease of lips before getting serious. Is there love in her grasp? Do I care?

My tongue still tastes of absinthe, but now it also taste of her.

I love mixed drinks.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The tides are getting stronger as the day wears on, they are barely noticed as her sigh enters his ear. The rising water nearly lifts his feet from their stance, and hers are found lacing around him. The crux of her thighs meets his pelvis, sending another jolt through him, albeit of a different sort*

Strong indeed. And very familiar. The waves are the perfect teachers of rhythm, pace, and timing.

*His hands take up new holding, firmly gripping her buttocks. He takes another nibble at her neck, enjoying her soft sighs as they escape her*

 

[PenIsMightier1]

Pulled, directed, held and kissed. They very best type of kiss.. a tiny tease of lips before getting serious. Is there love in her grasp? Do I care?

My tongue still tastes of absinthe, but now it also taste of her.

I love mixed drinks.

My teeth nibbling at her lips, not hard, but nibbling at ice-cream, tasting it, testing it, savouring it.

Hands roaming into the depths of her hair, scrunching it up in my hands.

She tastes delicious, I feel as though I am drunk of her presence, drunk on getting that control.

Lifting myself off the barstool, I break the kiss, nibbling down her chin and down the hollow of her neck

 

[Annisthyrienne]

There is something primitive, basic, about being in the womb of all life, moved by this natural rhythm. I like this new way of holding on. Part of me likes it very much, feeling his arousal growing beneath me. And his mouth on my neck is.....doing things....to me. Things I like.

The motion of the water, surging and retreating, moves a certain something under me. It keeps bumping a part of me.

"I really hope that's not a fish!" I grin as I look up into his eyes.

I use the leverage of my legs and arms around his neck to lift myself a little higher when the next swell rolls through. I hope he has good footing, or we'll both tumble over, but if he does, Maybe nature will cooperate again when I come back down.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

My teeth nibbling at her lips, not hard, but nibbling at ice-cream, tasting it, testing it, savouring it.

Hands roaming into the depths of her hair, scrunching it up in my hands.

She tastes delicious, I feel as though I am drunk of her presence, drunk on getting that control.

Lifting myself off the barstool, I break the kiss, nibbling down her chin and down the hollow of her neck

Hair.. oh gods.. hair.. hands... My eyes are closed now, shutting out light.. feeling.. tasting..

Separation. I feel her pull from me.. feel the empty where her lips had been, but then she is back, on my neck.. my chin lifts... so vulnerable, I give.

 

[fr33ks33k]

That is most definitely not a fish!

*He feels her shift as the next wave washes over them, as if positioning herself for...something...

He is suddenly aware of his blatant erection, as well as the proximity it has to her folds. He brings his face back, still close enough to feel her breath on his lips. As the wave departs he feels his member prodding at her entrance. His hands hold her perched precariously, and his eyes search hers for some signal to continue*

 

[PenIsMightier1]

She lifts her chin, exposing her throat to me. My mouth opens, baring my teeth, letting my canines drag along her skin, feeling the blood pumping below. The thought sends a shiver down my spine as I think of biting down and tasting that absinthe infused liquid.

I lift myself up as I kiss down her neck and chest, my eyes looking up to see her body stretched out before me, so inviting.

My lips tasting one breast as I push aside the flimsy shirt, nipping at the soft flesh. My own now hanging above her head as I take one nipple in my mouth and flick it with the tip of my tongue

 

[Drunken_Angel]

She lifts her chin, exposing her throat to me. My mouth opens, baring my teeth, letting my canines drag along her skin, feeling the blood pumping below. The thought sends a shiver down my spine as I think of biting down and tasting that absinthe infused liquid.

I lift myself up as I kiss down her neck and chest, my eyes looking up to see her body stretched out before me, so inviting.

My lips tasting one breast as I push aside the flimsy shirt, nipping at the soft flesh. My own now hanging above her head as I take one nipple in my mouth and flick it with the tip of my tongue

Pulse. Pressure against my vein, so close.. My heart races, neck lifting subtly, pressing, tempting the little death. A whimpering moan begs wordlessly.

And then I am the sacrifice, laid out before her.. breast taken.. hers resting so warmly against me, rolling to the sides of my face. I turn my head and supplicate with a kiss along sacred curves.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I love nature! She's so good to me! I smile as I hear his answer, just in time to feel myself lifted and eased down again. I relax as I feel that 'something' touching me at my entrance.

"Maybe it's an eel then, seeking a nice cave to hide in?"

I sigh as I let myself ease down, using my arms and legs to control it, going slowly. His mouth on my neck has already turned me on, but the ocean keeps any outward evidence hidden. He knows though, when he is suddenly surrounded in hot wetness instead of cool wetness. My eyes close as I feel him fill me, letting my own weight impale me on him. My arms and legs cling to him, just trying to hold steady until I get used to his girth.



(ooc: gotta step out for a short time. Be back soon)

 

[PenIsMightier1]

Pulse. Pressure against my vein, so close.. My heart races, neck lifting subtly, pressing, tempting the little death. A whimpering moan begs wordlessly.

And then I am the sacrifice, laid out before her.. breast taken.. hers resting so warmly against me, rolling to the sides of my face. I turn my head and supplicate with a kiss along sacred curves.

Then lowering myself, back to my seat, I place a kiss on her lips again.

My eyes meeting hers.

"I need to go rest and recuperate. I hope you will be thinking of me."

I get up from my seat, licking my lips where the taste of her tongue and succulent flesh still lay.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Then lowering myself, back to my seat, I place a kiss on her lips again.

My eyes meeting hers.

"I need to go rest and recuperate. I hope you will be thinking of me."

I get up from my seat, licking my lips where the taste of her tongue and succulent flesh still lay.

I lay for a very long time, even after she has gone. My body pulses with with need and my thighs cannot seem to stay still.

Could I possibly think of anything else?

 

[fr33ks33k]

(Ironically, I do as well. I'm enjoying this though )

An eel indeed! Thankfully not of the electric variety, though it may cause jolts in spite of itself.

*He grins at their shared humor, but that fades as she lowers herself upon him. There is a moment of resistance as she slides down his length, her labia accomodating his entrance slowly. This sort of embrace is doubly close, the waves aiding in the rhythmic up and down that is to occur. His fingertips clench tightly at the firm flesh of her bottom as they settle for a moment, her velvet tunnel full of a welcoming warmth, a delicious contrast to the cold waters surrounding them. He leans forward and plants a soft kiss on her lips, the tang of saltwater on his tongue*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

My lips part for him, both above and below. I moan into his kiss, loving the electric contact between us. The waves help to move us lifting and falling. This is perfect. I know the people on the beach can still see us, can still know what we're doing, most likely. But they won't interfere. Won't interrupt.

"I'm not too heavy for you, am I?"

I know I'm not. He's strong, a big man compared to me, and I doubt he'd stop just because of that anyhow. Slowly I begin to ride this stallion, with the help of the waves surrounding us.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He laughs a bit at her comment, humor once more lost to lust. His thrusts are in perfect time with the waves, their union a rhythm unto itself. His fingers are leaving marks in her buttocks from the force of his grip; momentos to be regarded later. Her moans and sighs rise above the noise of the tides, pleasing his ears as well as his cock. A quick glance toward the sands shows others are present, but he disregards them. There is only the chill of the sea and the warmth of this elven beauty impaled upon him, the taste of her flesh on his tongue*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

His flesh is so tempting, sea spray droplets glistening on his skin. I lean in close, kissing and nibbling his chest, gently biting his collar bone. He is delicious, all salt, and musk, and masculinity! The feel of him inside me sends shivers through me that have nothing to do with the cool ocean waters.

"Oh god, Fr33k, this is good! This is what the scene needed. I bet you'll never be able to meditate quite the same way here again!"

My breasts press against him, yielding softness against hardened muscle. Except my nipples. They are stiff and hard, little pebbles, pressing into him. I arch my back to push them closer, just for the sensation.

 

[fr33ks33k]

I think the meditations will be enhanced, if anything.

*His voice is broken by the sounds of pleasure and exertion, groans and growls and ragged breathing. The crush of her bosom is delightful, her nipples dragging against his chest as he continues to drive his length into her, the wetness inside seeping out to mix with the wetness outside. He feels the tension building in his loins, gripping her even closer than before, increasing his pace accordingly*

I'm so close Thryi...

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"I'm so close Thyri..."

His admission sends a thrill through me, knowing that we're both almost there. Knowing that I'm making him feel this good makes me feel like a princess again, like the goddess of fertility some said I once was. What effect a few simple healing spells and herbal supplements can have on people's beliefs. But this feeling is more basic, and its an honest feeling. It's a celebration of being alive and feeling pleasure!

"I am too! Say when and we'll do it together!"

I increase the speed of my movement on him, urging him on, inviting him to cum with me! His breathing is growing ragged and fast, right along with mine. It's like a symphony, accompanied by the notes of moans and little whimpers and sighs.

"Some have said I sound like a kitten mewling when I cum. Let's find out."

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He would respond to her request, but he has lost himself in the fever of his actions. A guttural noise issues forth as he gives one final thrust, wedging himself deep within her. Spurts of his seed jet out into her womb, painting her inner walls. As he cums, he can feel her muscles clamp down on him. She sounds less like a mewling kitten and more like a panting tigress, the vibrations of her voice shivering through his body*

That was heavenly...

*His voice is found once more amidst the slowly lowering pace of his hammering heart*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I feel him cumming, hot splashing within me. My pussy clamps on his shaft, holding him, milking the seed from him. Impulsively, I hold on tighter, riding out this surging wave, the one that comes from within us both.

Afterward, as if even the ocean senses our completion, the waves are calmer. I allow my legs to loosen, finding my footing on the sand. My hands caress his chest and I smile up at him.

That was wonderful, thank you. And thank you again for the gift, Fr33k. It is beautiful!

My hand finds his, fingers entwining as we head back to the beach, our need for privacy fulfilled.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*His muscles relax as she slips down, his mind still reeling from the experience. She takes his hand and guides him ashore, her cheeks full of a ruddy glow*

I'm glad you like it. I figured you would since it's of elven craft.

(I have to go again. Thank you for a lovely time. )

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The rest of his night was a blur, his secretive rendez-vous with the lovely elf having filled his dreams; visions of tides and waves, bodies rising and falling, soft flesh and hardened nipples, the contrast of warm and cold, varieties of wetness...

He wakes in his room, alone. He clamber out of bed slowly, stretching and pulling on pants and a shirt. This morning at the Outlook is quiet, and he takes the opportunity to enjoy a different sort of meditation. Snagging an orange juice from the fridge, he makes his way to the railings, climbing up and over, seating himself precariously on it. The wind is thankfully not too strong at them moment, and he enjoys the feeling of his stomach muscles contracting as he maintains his balance.

Slowly he sips at the O.J., getting lost in the cycle of the waves breaking on the shore and against the rocks below*

 

[Britwitch]

Bare feet carry the Witch up the steps from the beach. In her palm lay some shells she's collected on the walk here. Her dress is damp around the bottom from where she strayed into the surf, causing the water to lap around her knees, and her dark curls are a little more unruly than usual thanks to the playful sea breeze.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*His eyes stray from the waters to watch the brunette come up the stairs. Her dress has been saturated just above her knees, and her hair has been tossed by the wind. He smiles and turns so that he is facing the Outlook's lounge area*

Hello there. I've seen you around but I don't believe we've exchanged names. They call me Fr33k. Nice to meet you, miss...

 

[Britwitch]

"I've seen you too..." She smiles holding out her hand.
"Pleasure to meet you finally, I'm Britwitch but people tend to shorten it to whatever feels right for them to call me...and I answer to most things..." A wink punctuates her statement as she moves to lean on the rail beside him.
"So...how does this day find you...?"

 

[fr33ks33k]

Hmm...the day finds me...well, I suppose. Britwitch you say? I bet they shorten it to avoid making you sound like a deli item in their heads...Or maybe a need to give everyone nicknames...

*A soft laugh comes from around his glass as he takes another drink*

And how does this day find you, Britwitch?